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Intro by U.N.القصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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Two, zero to six, seventy-six
They wired my mom couple weeks prior to Jah
Must've been the year of murderous killas
Murderers that murder and kill for scrilla
O.G.'s wit herb that guerrilla, then turn
Mathematicians, subtraction, addition

Division to the packs and the cracks in the kitchen
Multiplication, rocks that I slash, precision
I gave a little more, few addicts were bitchin'
But in Harlem you get smacked up for livin'
That was a given, Rock the hood
Pop the hood, Gats in the engine

Clap up your women, accurate vision
Black, I'm just livin', I'm the bomb
But bombs get wrapped up in ribbons (shit)
This the fact from the fiction, packs that I'm pitchin'
Cats in Maximum Prisons rattin' and snitchin
'Cause when Feds come, niggaz mouths run

But the outcome, gon' be 'bout guns
'Cause I don't bitch, and I don't snitch
I work hands on, fuck wit Cam'ron
'Cause I kept the grams in the boot
Damn, I would shoot, but fam I would soup
Thought Cam was too cute

To stand on the stoop (what I look like?)
My Spanish recruit, outlandish wit loot
We got obsessed wit Miami, cannons, and coupes
Baskin' and Robbin, I'm laughin and poppin
It's all for bloodshed tho, I haven't forgotten
From the night to the days, my triflin' ways

I'm a bring that platinum plaque right to your grave (dog)
You chill in the lobby, you feelin' this probably
You know me well, tear in your eye, chill in your body
Take it in stride, let's bake up these pies
Harlem, no homo, hop on and take this ride
To the top of the mountain

'Bout to get this shit poppin' and bouncin'
Now that I'm down, the Roc is surroundin' (feel me?)
Afford all the best ? down wit the Roc
But I'm Lord of my set (dip set)
I know you niggaz hate it
How I got Jimmy out of 5H, and my dog, Zeke situated
Santana is next

Writer : RODRIGUEZ, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, SCION THREE MUSIC LLC OBO SHUGAR DIMOND PUBLISHING , MEMORY LANE MUSIC GROUP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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